Hundred Years Later...

After feeling like forever, Brigantiea released Lucien from a hostage situation. Oh well, to be exact sex situation.

It was a rough and fun time for him, although he thought that at some point, he would be dead if they did it for more than a week.

He gazed at the imposing wall before him, the barrier separating the village from the Holy Aquarist Forest. Yet, as he observed it now, a perplexed expression crossed his face.

'Isn't this wall taller than before?' he mused silently. 'And what's with the giant gate? Wasn't it in ruins?' Lucien's thoughts swirled with confusion, pondering the sudden transformation before him.

He speculated that perhaps his family had managed to repair the gate within the seven-day timeframe, but they needed to somehow transport the modern technology to do that.

That was impossible though.

With a shrug, Lucien decided to set aside his thoughts for the time being. "Oh well, let's just head in," he remarked nonchalantly, resuming his stride toward the gate.

As Lucien approached the gate, the imposing figures of the guards became clearer, their heavy armor gleaming in the sunlight. Towering shields and oversized spears adorned their formidable presence.

When he got closer, the two guards moved with rigid precision, obstructing his path with their weapons and demanding to know his purpose.

"What's your business here?" they said.

Caught off guard, Lucien struggled to comprehend the situation. He was the village chief, wasn't he? Why were these guards treating him like a stranger? And how had they acquired such impressive armaments?

'Is this my parents doing? Ugh, I just leave for a week and this mess happening.' Lucien thought to himself.

A wave of frustration washed over him. "Don't you recognize me? I'm the village chief," he asserted, hoping his authority would sway them.

The guards exchanged a bemused glance before bursting into laughter. "Village chief?" one of them scoffed. "This is the territory of the Kingdom Euclier. Begone before we arrest you for insulting the King."

Confusion clouded Lucien's mind. Kingdom Euclier? How had things changed so drastically in his absence? It took several minutes for the reality of the situation to sink in.

'Kingdom? How long did I leave this village?' Lucien murmured.

The time in that room with Brigantiea was obscure. It was long but short at the same time. He couldn't differentiate between night and day.

Then the sweat started coming from Lucien's temple, 'This... Is it even possible and I have been in that room for a thousand years?'

Lucien shook his head, determined to prove his identity first. "Can I just enter the Kingdom? I don't intend any harm. You can check all my belongings if you wish," he pleaded with the guards.

After a moment of consideration, the guards inspected his clothes and pockets. Finding nothing suspicious, they eventually relented and allowed him entry.

The gate opened automatically as Lucien stepped inside, greeted by an awe-inspiring sight. The city before him was a fusion of Japanese architecture with a modern twist.

Towering buildings adorned with giant reclame—some resembling Japanese traditional masks, others resembling colossal octopi—captured his attention.

To his surprise, they moved, the masks' eyes tracking his every step while the tentacles of the octopi swayed rhythmically.

'What the...' he was shocked by the view in front of him, but decided to keep walking.

Lost in the marvel of the city, Lucien collided with someone, causing him to stumble and nearly fall.

However, the person he bumped into seemed unfazed, possessing a sturdy frame that defied easy toppling.

As Lucien gathered himself, relief washed over him as he recognized the familiar faces before him—his parents.

His mother wore a traditional kimono, while his father, true to form, sported a crisp white suit accented by black glasses.

Caius lowered his glasses with a cold tone, "Oi, watch your step. Don't get in my way."

Amane, on the other hand, casually brushed off her husband's coat and retorted, "Do you want to get knocked out, old man?"

Lucien furrowed his brows in confusion. Why were his parents acting as though they didn't recognize him? And what was with his mother calling him an "old man"?

"Father, mother, it's me, Lucien! Don't you recognize me?" he exclaimed, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Lucien?" they both burst into laughter.

"Don't play games with me, old man! Our son has been gone for a hundred years!" Amane retorted.

"A hundred years? How are you both still alive, then?" Lucien's frustration bubbled to the surface, his mind reeling from the surreal events unfolding before him.

Cassius removed his glasses, his expression twisted with anger. He strode towards Lucien and grabbed his collar, his voice seething with rage.

"I searched all over the world to find that worthless son of mine, and become the strongest immortal on Nerideia! So stop spouting nonsense, you little shit, before I end you!"

With a forceful shove, Caius sent Lucien tumbling into a nearby puddle. Lucien wanted to protest against his absurdly infuriating parents, but his mother's words caught him off guard.

"Take a good look at yourself in the mirror. There's no way you're my son! Look at that disgusting, wrinkled face of yours!"

Their laughter echoed around him, mingling with the amused chuckles of onlookers nearby.

Lucien was dumbfounded. Ugly? Wrinkled? That couldn't possibly describe him. Yet, as he gazed at his reflection in the water, the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Oh no! No! AAAAAA!" He recoiled in horror, touching his sagging, aged features in disbelief.

Gone was his smooth, youthful complexion. In its place were deep creases and wrinkles, his once lustrous hair now dull, peppered with gray, and a noticeable bald spot.

"This can't be happening! It's just a nightmare! I need to wake up, WAKE UP, LUCIEN!"

Lucien screamed hysterically, the laughter of those around him taunting him relentlessly. He slapped his face repeatedly, hoping to snap out of the nightmare, but the pain he felt was all too real.

"NOOOO! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!"

***

Lucien jolted awake, taking in his surroundings and realizing he was still in Brigantiea's room. Relief flooded through him as he realized it was all just a dream.

Despite this, a sheen of sweat covered his body, his heart racing as if it might burst from his chest.

He reached up to touch his face, feeling the smoothness of his skin, and tugged at his hair, reassured by its blonde color.

With a heavy sigh of relief, Lucien collapsed back onto the bed, shifting his sleeping position to hug his feet in distress.

Brigantiea, roused by the commotion, looked at the distressed man beside her and inquired, "What happened?"

"Nothing matters," Lucien muttered, his voice tinged with despair. "I'll grow old and die. Old... Becoming old..." His words trailed off into a repetitive mantra of "old," as he cradled himself in anguish.

Observing his turmoil, Brigantiea lifted an eyebrow and shrugged. Human emotions were a foreign concept to her, so she paid little heed as long as Lucien could still satisfy her needs.

She then grabbed Lucien's shoulder and shifted him onto his back. Crawling onto his body, she began to brush his chest with seductive movements.

"How about we continue our fun?" she suggested.

But Lucien's focus was fixated on Brigantiea's ample breasts, which, though firm, reminded him of something that had infuriated him.

In a fit of frustration, he slapped her breasts, eliciting a shocked response from Brigantiea. "What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"It's those things! They remind me of my wrinkled and soggy face when I'm old!" Lucien shouted, unable to shake off the memory of his dream.

"What the hell, you want to die, don't you?" Brigantiea threatened, summoning fire in her palm.

"Yeah, kill me! I don't care! I'd rather die young than see my old, wrinkled face!" Lucien retorted, his frustration evident as his face about to cry.

Brigantiea contorted her face in anger, she wanted to strike the man in front of her but she didn't want to waste the dick he has and she was just so horny to search for another male.

"Damn it!" she cursed, extinguishing the flames in her palm. Massaging her temple, she sighed. "Fine... I'll let you take charge this time. Just stop sulking."

"LET'S GO!" Lucien exclaimed without hesitation, swiftly changing their position so he was on top.

Lifting her leg and placing it over his shoulder, Lucien positioned himself for penetration. He already forgot about the traumatizing dream he had and his mind now solely focused on the pleasure of sex.

Rolling her eyes, Brigantiea observed how easily human beings could be swayed by their desires, shaking her head in bemusement.